While the party finishes their discussion at Leftovers and watches the clock move ever so slowly, Briar the Lesser rushes forward...

Briar the Lesser wrote:

While it is still hours until the meet time, and while mulling things over, Briar goes directly to 3 Lancet Street, walking by it a few times to see what he sees. After a few casual walk-bys (at random intervals and pretending nonchalance), he will see what he can learn about 3 Lancet.

Wending your way to Lancet street in the Midland district, you find it in a lower-middle class neighborhood (as expected). No shingles extend to this area, but you can see them not far off.

3 Lancet street is quiet and dark. It is an upstairs apartment with a narrow but sturdy set of stairs leading to it on the outside of the building over a small alley. A window in the apartment is open and the slight breeze shifts the drapes lightly. It is otherwise still.

There is a well worn sign over the stairwell, Fortunes Told, the future revealed. The sign has a little art of a typically Varisian nature with the color violet being prominent in the design. The downstairs space looks to be a butcher's shop, or maybe a general grocers - it's hard to tell in the dark without stopping and peering in the windows.

Fondo gives Dandilion a gallant if rather too dramatic bow. "Lady evening star, let us be the hand of whatever fortune Desna holds for Gaedeen Lamm. For we are nearly as many as the stars that guide our fortunes."

He then realizes that their more aged companion is still washing himself. "Er, well it wouldn't hurt to eat our mutton first and slake our thirsts. Courage comes in many forms. The best has a nice, toothsome head."

Charlie saunters down to have a touch of ale to sooth his aching soul before heading out to face his demon(s.) "Hello new friends! Let's slake our thirsts and loosen our tongues! It is a party we will have for we might get a kick to the teeth before the night is through."

Fondo gives Dandilion a gallant if rather too dramatic bow. "Lady evening star, let us be the hand of whatever fortune Desna holds for Gaedeen Lamm. For we are nearly as many as the stars that guide our fortunes."

He then realizes that their more aged companion is still washing himself. "Er, well it wouldn't hurt to eat our mutton first and slake our thirsts. Courage comes in many forms. The best has a nice, toothsome head."

"The very thought of the man makes eating impossible, I'm afraid. But, I have something to take of first, anyway." Dandi her golden sails smile, letting the torchlight catch in her eyes for a moment, the arch of one brow echoing their charm. Vinegar is sweeter with a bit of honey mixed in.

"What say I meet you there once my...errand... is complete?"

Though Fondo and the others may hold a similar fate, she knows hers is an increasingly tangled strand. The fewer knots between the two may be better for them all.

After excusing herself, Dandi looks one last time to complete her appointed transfer this evening before heading out towards 3 Lancet.

Checking the time again, Briar will take a position a few doors down to skulk and watch the place until the midnight hour hits.

The midnight hour is nigh and as yet nary a soul seems to approach. If anyone is home they must be asleep. As yet no one else has approached the home. The street too are quiet as most sensible folk have gone to bed.

As the inn quiets, Barael looks down at himself to make sure his belt is still in place. He notices that the lady takes a similar cue in excusing herself as the old man returns.

"If I understand the timing of our revelations, it's got something to do with this card I was given, cards maybe you were given too." Barael extends the Locksmith card furtively to show to both Fondo and Charlie.

"There is an address and a time, and I intend on meeting both. Before I do, I need to get out of my finery. To do that, and meet up with you folks, I need to go now."

The cold air of the streets informs Barael that he's sweating a bit. His senses are heightened in anticipation of this night's promise. He runs when he can, walks when he needs to, until he arrives at his doorstep. For once, I hope you're drunk, Mum, passed out, sleeping the sleep of the dead.

"Aye, I've also been harrowed. Seems I've the Rabbit Prince. Methinks that means I'm meant to scurry along for some tea at said rendezvous. Ser Charlay, will you accompany me? A young man and his kindly uncle attract little or no suspicion, no?"

Fondo collects his rapier, buckler and chakra from the cloak room and walks to Lancet Street in a roundabout fashion, with or without his 'uncle.'

Her business complete, Dandilion opts for the quiet routes and a circuitous path. Approaching the address a few minutes before the appointed time, she finds a place to wait and ponder the Dancer on her card.

Nikolay walks down the street as if he belongs there, another guard strolling the night and keeping the peace. At midnight, he stops in front of the door to 3 Lancet Street, oblivious to the others lurking about. He looks at the peacock on the card one more time and then knocks on the door.

The steps, while well worn, creak very little as Nikolay climbs to the door. As he knocks the door sweeps open being unlocked and unlatched. He sees an inviting room filled with color even in the darkness and a large table. There seems to be a note on the table, but the room is dark and so it's hard to read - that and you're still several feet away in the doorway.

Charlie and Fondo arrive moments later and see Nikolay on the steps at the door deciding what to do next. The others continue to lurk in their respective hiding places watching and waiting.

Fondo gets out his buckler and holds it in the fold of his cloak. Putting his other hand on Charlie's shoulder, he nods toward the door of 3 Lancet.

As they approach and see Dandilion, Barael and Nikolay, Fondo gives a friendly smile. He whispers to Nikolay, "Ah, so Desna did have others in mind for our journey. Gaedren Lamm is not wanting for 'friends,' is he, Ser Charlay?"

The room is dark, as is the street. What dim light is provided comes from the half moon which is out among the clear skies. Dandelion sees candles arrayed around the room in the dimness and a box of tindertwigs on the table near a large candelabra.

@ Briar, you know the card represents disaster: an unthinking panic and destruction that overruns all. Of course it's meaning will vary based on a reading.

Also, perception checks from anyone still on the street watching the house. Those in the doorway or inside not so much.

"surely there must be something here..." Dandilion deliberately fumbles around a bit before "finding" the tindertwigs and candles. Lighting one, she smiles to the others through the light. "That's better. A few more and this could be positively homey. "

Dandi's head dips at the first lilting syllables, before shock startles her system. Does he know? Can he see? Has my hat slipped? One hand steadies the hat upon her head and she stammers out an answer, "What? I don't understand."

She eyes Fondo warily, trying to place him beyond the tavern earlier tonight, but his eyes aren't the ones she remembers from her fever dreams, nor his voice the smooth Elven that toys at the edge of her memories. But it's possible he's seen through her disguise. Already. Here in the dark.

bluff for pretending not to understand Elven:

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Barael de Gare wrote:

Barael slowly walks to the table, letting his eyes adjust to the newly provided light. "Thank you kindly for the light, fair lady."

The note seems to ask for reading, and every one of the patrons of the Leftovers appears to be here. Barael proceeds to read the note aloud to the rest of the group.

Giving an awkward smile, Dandilion moves closer as if hear what might be read a little better.

The room is quite cozy with a few wooden chairs, a pair of overstuffed chairs and a sofa along one wall. With the flickering candle light it's clearly a Varisian abode with bright colors abounding. As with the sign outside, purple seems to predominate this room. Two doors lead off to other chambers.

It is filled with a fragrant haze smelling of flowers and strong spice, the haze coming from several sticks of incense smoldering in a wall-sconce that looks like butterfly-winged elves. The smoke itself seems to soften edges and gives the room a dream-like feel.

Barael's voice rings clearly in the small room as he reads the note.

"Thank you for coming. I had to step out for a bit, but shall return shortly. Please have a seat while you wait. The basket under the table contains bread and wine for you."

As the echo of his voice fades in the cozy room, you can almost hear the chimes of the church bell of Aroden to the north in Old Korvosa ringing out for matins.

There is indeed a basket of bread and a bottle of light Varisian wine under the table. None of you (especially Charlie) sees anything else of particular interest.

Fondo murmurs as an aside to Dandilion, "Well, ah, no. But many of my heart's delights have been."

He puts down his wine and picks up an empty flagon and the decanter of wine. Pouring some, he offers it to the newcomer. "Twas not I, mister elf. I have had many harrow readings, most portenting happy fortunes. But I do not cast the cards. It was a fox footed girl led us here."

"Um, Yes, please. Where are the glasses? Ah, here ya go. Please pay no attention to the laws of physics regarding fluid dynamics. Yes, I know fluid dynamics were not probably a thing here. Just run with it.

Finding a comfortable place among the finery Charlie enjoys himself. It may seem an obscene amount of happiness. That is probably an accurate observation.

"I'll break bread with you, Boldo." Barael walks over to the two closed doors, keeping an open hand in the direction of Fondo. "Small piece, though. Not sure how many Harrow cards were given out tonight. It'd be rude if the bread were gone before they got a chance at it."

Barael listens closely through the doors.
Perception1d20 ⇒ 10

Hey now, Aroden. Was that your church bell chiming? Sounds are carrying well tonight...

Barael moves to the opened window, and looks to close it, and curtain it to prevent the newly lit sources of light from bringing attention to themselves. The doorway next, but not until I see the elf relax a little.

"My name is Barael. I've already talked a bit with Boldo and Charlie, enough to remember them after a stiff night's drinking. As for the rest of you, I'd happily learn your names. After all, we're not here for the bread and wine, now are we?" Barael sets his Harrow card on the large table.

"It seems to me that we all are seeking the mysterious criminal known as Lamm. My life was already consumed with finding the despicable man before he framed me for murder. Now I cannot proceed with my life until I can prove his involvment with that death."

Briar continues to observe anyone in the room as his mind works, judging the threat level in the room.

"From all accounts, Gaedrem Lamm is a dangerous, dangerous man...a killer, a liar, a thief, and worse: he perverts life's purpose with drugs and foul addictions. And despite how dangerous he is, I have allowed myself to be lured into a trap. If none of you sent this, then who did? And why?"

"Better to let a scared animal escape than corner it and risk a bitten hand."

"I'm thinking that if I wait a spell, I'm going to know the answer to your two questions." Barael sits down at the table, trying to triangulate a view of the three doors in the apartment. "If Lamm is as dangerous as you surmise, I think I would already be dead, not thrown under a cart for a murder I hadn't committed." He nods knowingly at Nikolay.

** spoiler omitted **
"I am a man who loves the pleasures of laughter the body and drink above all else. But this man somehow laid his hands upon my sister. I will see him pay."

Dandilion smiles a little at Boldo's Varisian aside, though she doesn't answer. But her face clouds over at the rest of it.

"It won't be enough, Boldo."but it will be something.

Briar the Lesser wrote:

Nikolay Vasilevich wrote:

"We each seem to have been summoned to this place."

Briar continues to observe anyone in the room as his mind works, judging the threat level in the room.

"From all accounts, Gaedrem Lamm is a dangerous, dangerous man...a killer, a liar, a thief, and worse: he perverts life's purpose with drugs and foul addictions..."

Dandilion keeps her head down, though she nods as if in agreement, though her lip catches in her teeth.

if only that were the worst thing the man ever did...Sometimes I think the dead are the luckiest of his victims.

Barael de Gare wrote:

** spoiler omitted **

"I'm thinking that if I wait a spell, I'm going to know the answer to your two questions." Barael sits down at the table, trying to triangulate a view of the three doors in the apartment. "If Lamm is as dangerous as you surmise, I think I would already be dead, not thrown under a cart for a murder I hadn't committed." He nods knowingly at Nikolay.

"Oh, Lamm is as dangerous as he says. That you're not dead only means that he wanted you to suffer."wanted *us* to suffer, maybe? Was my savior just another of Lamm's men, following orders?

Nikolay allows the woman to pick up his card as he takes a seat. Since he can't dismiss the light spell from the card, he casts it on a piece of the bread and then eats it.

(D) Dismissible:

Silly rules....
If the duration line ends with “(D),” you can dismiss the spell at will. You must be within range of the spell's effect and must speak words of dismissal, which are usually a modified form of the spell's verbal component. If the spell has no verbal component, you can dismiss the effect with a gesture. Dismissing a spell is a standard action that does not provoke attacks of opportunity.
Light
School evocation [light]; Level bard 0, cleric 0, druid 0, sorcerer/wizard 0
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, M/DF (a firefly)
Range touch
Target object touched
Duration 10 min./level Not dismissable? Really?
Saving Throw none; Spell Resistance no

"Mother drabarni*, thank you for your hospitality. I thought Desna had drawn us together, but I see it was her beautiful daughter, instead." Fondo bows deeply and presents to her his all too appropriate card.

*:

Romani for female fortuneteller. Might as well make it Varisian for female fortuneteller, as well.

"Thank you for coming friends - and for putting up with my unconventional method of contacting you. My name is Zellara. I have reason to remain hidden for I too have dealt with Gaedren Lamm. You see, year ago, his thieves stole this - my Harrow deck. It is important to me, an heirloom passed down through a dozen generations, and also my means of support."

"When pickpockets stole it, my son Eran, tracked them down. The thieves were in the employ of Gaedren Lamm, and in reward for finding them Gaedren murdered my son."

She pauses for a moment to catch her breath and - finding solace from somewhere - she continues.

"I sought help from the Guard but they turned me away. I asked around, I paid bribes, and I consulted the Harrow. Recently I was rewarded - I found out where Gaedren dwells. He can be found in an old fishery north of here at Westpier 17 where he trains his abducted children to be pickpockets and counts his stolen treasures."

"Now... I need your help. I cannot hope to face this man, and the Guard moves slowly if at all. Even if they did arrest him, what guarantee would I have that he be punished? This criminal has evaded the law for decades. So here we are. Will you make him pay for his crimes? Please, discuss this among yourselves at your leisure. I have waited a year for this, I can wait a little longer."